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broken heart poem

in mournful numbers
brief on a flying night
old wine to drink
the fragrance came
who loves the rain
you are beautiful and faded
night is dark, and the winter winds
as it
when i was broke in london
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
since, if you stood by my side today
my true love from her pillow rose

 



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